Bad News and not handling it well

It has probably been close to 30 years ago when, after Sandy and I had been unable to conceive, we started to go through the tests.

Cutting to the chase. When they tested my sperm count, the response was “Congratulations, your vasectomy was successful.”

Obviously, no vasectomy, no congratulations, no joy.

My response was a couple of half-hearted appointments as sperm clinics and just kind of shining it on. It wasn’t too long before diabetes (both), heart (Sandy) and age (both) made it a non-issue.

Truth is: I waffled and shined on the situation until it went away.

Dear God, how I wish I had not. I wish we had a child together; be it AI, sperm donor, surrogate, or adoption. We would have had a child together and that would be everything now. I would have someone to share Sandy with into the future. Now, there is nothing.

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  • Not nothing Robert. You have lots of followers and friends you may not even know about. Just being a shoulder for me to cry on, and only God knows how many more you inspire and influence may be the reason God is using you. tell Him thank you and keep posting, both thoughts and rants.